When you have pets, you always walk the fine line between love and hate.
There's nothing like the nudge of a snout under your hand as your dog asks for a scratch behind her ears. Velvet fur, so snuggly.
There's nothing like tripping over your dog as he lays down directly behind you with the stealth of a commando as you stand at the kitchen counter making dinner. Doh!
Max is growing really fast. He's huge in comparison to the little pup I brought home five months ago. I really need to get on his obedience training, because I suspect I've been lulled into a false sense of security in regards to his behavior. It's only a matter of time....before ____.
He has decided lately that chewing is fun. So, so, fun. Being a lab means being a chewer, and I was prepared for it.
I wasn't prepared for him to chew thru two garden hoses, one the day after I bought it. "You owe me ten bucks, dog," I said when I discovered the stump of the hose still attached to the faucet this last time. (Pat, pat on the back for not springing for a more $ one!)
He's an I'm-bored-you-left-me chewer, I've noticed, so unfortunately for him, I can't leave him out of the crate if I'm not home, not even for a few minutes.
Barbie can testify to that.
She's given up her hands and a huge chunk of hair to the cause.
Obi-Wan can testify to it.
He lost his head, a leg, an arm, and both hands. (I call him our 'shark attack victim.')
I found pieces of pink plastic; springy, circular pink plastic in the living room last night as I was doing the evening routine before bed of "if they don't see me throw it out, then they won't miss it." What is that, I wondered, mentally cataloguing all the springy pink plastic things in the house.
I found out this morning, it's one of their dog toys....minus a nub.
It doesn't stop at plastic either. Both dogs are particularly fond of paper products. Paper towels, kleenex, <ugh> whatever they find in the kids' bathroom trashcan, it's all fair game.
Sometimes, it looks like it snowed in the living room.
As I open the back door, and issue a command they are becoming more and more familiar with--"OUT!"-- I have to wonder.
The next time we are scooping up dog-doo in the backyard, will I find paper, or plastic?